History knows I’ve done it again and again!: A poem 

I have unexpressed gratitude for the littlest thing, 

a small joy could mean everything 

Even if an onlooker may think it is nothing 

I can reiterate that this is no underestimating 

I may not claim it, but I have starred the universe 

without a penny in my purse 

and yet, settled for only a little verse 

You may never acknowledge my pain 

but my accomplishments, I did not feign 

There is a reason why so much righteousness is slain 

Sometimes there’s hidden glory in what seems in vain 

But I can tell you what you may brand as insane 

is subtle and solid, more real than rain 

And you may reckon that how swift is downstream 

And fall prey to the allure of peaches and cream 

All this euphoria of winning a race 

may only get you falling from grace 

That Adam and Eve were compelled to hide under leaves 

after being deluded that that they had the Ace up their sleeves 

I can tell you that I am proud of what I am 

The poetry of poverty is simply no sham 

I have been eternally patient, and it could be in vain 

But history knows that I have done it again and again!